Standing in the middle of a forest basking in the glorious autumn watching the leaves as they change from green, from green to orange, yellow and
History merely repeats itself nothing in this world is truly new the sea churns as it feeds from the river at its mouth the wind blows across the
Fatherless and the widow stricken down by the hand of death grasping for security anticipation of the imminent next of the imminent next the fatherless
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Trust in the Lord with all your heart lean not on your own understanding in all of your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight
Big time, bright lights the world is looking for someone to show them the daylight but it's not me I am not the one for simple love look to the Son